An Xiaoruo knew what Gong Jingling was talking about, and her face suddenly turned pale. How could she not know that every word and every sentence of Gong Jingling was talking about herself, even though An Xiaoruo knew that Mo Xiaoyan was playing herself.
behavior, but still don’t want to explain too much.
Even if she explains it, what's the use?
With Gong Jingling's current state, it's impossible to believe his own words?
"Why, I was right and you can't continue acting?"
Gong Jingling's gaze became sharper, his thin lips curved into a contemptuous smile, and the constant mockery and teasing in his eyes did not diminish even a little bit.
"Whatever you think, I have nothing to say. I'm sorry for you, and I hope you won't hurt other people because of me."
An Xiaoruo was really tired and didn't want to play such meaningless word games with Gong Jingling anymore. Believe it or not, she had nothing to say. She knew that Mo Xiaoyan had good intentions when she stayed in the death organization.
, also for herself, even if she did something, she can't be blamed, because Mo Xiaoyan's starting point is always to hope that An Xiaoruo will be well.
Since Gong Jingling didn't listen to his advice, what else could he say?
"An Xiaoruo, who do you think you are? The twelve nobles are my enemies, and this has nothing to do with you."
Although Gong Jingling said so, there is still some element of An Xiaoruo in it. The person An Xiaoruo likes is Sheng Yuye, and he even does not hesitate to hurt himself for him.
This is absolutely intolerable.
"What on earth do you want to do!!!"
An Xiaoruo can no longer communicate with this guy. Has Gong Jingling really changed? He suppressed the sourness in his heart and stared at him!
"You'll know what I want to do later."
Gong Jingling ignored An Xiaoruo, raised his eyes, turned to the opposite side, and applauded three times, like a code word.
The door to the attic room on the deck was wide open, and dozens of handsome young men with different styles and temperaments came out one after another. Their eyes were covered with black cloth and their mouths were sealed with black tape. The only thing in common was that their
Both hands were tightly tied with hemp ropes, and behind each young man was a man in black.
Seeing a familiar face, An Xiaoruo lost control and wanted to rush over to untie them. However, he was unexpectedly grabbed by Gong Jingling's wrist. An Xiaoruo turned back angrily and glared at Gong Jingling: "
You actually tied them up too?"
"An Xiaoruo, have you forgotten, not only the Black Feather nobles, but all the twelve nobles, I will not let them go."
Gong Jingling wanted to see how An Xiaoruo felt when his relatives and loved ones died one by one in front of him, but he was helpless. Only Gong Jingling had experienced that kind of hatred. He also wanted to see An Xiaoruo.
Taste the pain, the fear that hurts so much that it can't be erased from your bones.
"Miyajing Rei!! They have lived with you for so many years? Have you done anything?"
The mist gradually rising in An Xiaoruo's clear and pure eyes, that kind of panic, injury, fear, and even terror, was something Gong Jingling had never seen before. Why?